The Key of English

The earliest forms of literacy relied on direct symbolic representation. Hieroglyphics were simple, fairly standardized doodles that stood in directly for what they looked like. While this system was fairly easy to write with, reading was a bit more touch and go, as how symbols related to each other was largely left to interpretation.

Soon certain symbols developed a duality (or even multiplicity) of meaning, sometimes operating as direct symbols, sometimes operating more obliquely to denote a quality of that symbol’s subject. A bird might mean a bird, or it might mean speed, or retreat.

As reasoning evolved to deal with more concepts than could feasibly be compressed into a tablet of symbols, new systems of literacy became desirable. This is where one might posit a “Babel event” of sorts, where different communities began to see faster and non-parallel evolution of language and culture as a result of “cultural hard drive storage space”, or the written word.

Ancient Greece innovated a direct numeric approach to its alphabet. Letters followed sequentially in numerated order, developing a philosophical charge as a result of that order. This left the Greek culture at distinct advantage for the purposes of communication; however, such a gregarious and honest approach left the language quite difficult to use for the purposes of advanced deception.

Latin introduced a coded, or poetic, ethic to their literary system. While the same symbols stood in for both quantitative (math) and qualitative (language) systems, their interplay was coded and not obvious to mere logic.

With the advent of the Vatican, a curious divide appeared. Literary systems outside its sphere of influence all retained the cultural cachet of a Legend of symbols; Japanese Kanji are most obvious in that regard when one considers the common trend of Kanji tattoos, but Hebrew, Arabic, Mandarin, every literary system with pre-Vatican roots operates on this basis to this day.

Within their sphere of influence, however, the Vatican took control of literacy. They formulated a standardized Alphabet that was to operate on the basis of phonetic reaction ethic, and no other basis. They wiped the Key. They blanked the Legend.

The primary teaching tool of literacy up until that point was the “Key Table” (each symbol, what that symbol is a picture of, and what that picture represents). Such a convention listed each symbol next to its “symbolic power value”, creating a “squared table”. Discarding this tradition required innovating a new one; thus, we instituted a “round” of song as the method of dissemination.

The original Vatican-imposed symbols of the Alphabet were not the symbols we use today. Without attendant meaning beyond their phonetics, the letters were free to evolve with use. In the great vacuum of the collective subconscious, they fermented. They became streamlined for use as unconsidered variables in a code without constants.

However, it has long been said that nature abhors a vacuum. The creation of such a gap leads necessarily to the expectation that the gap will be filled. Thus, it is not merely a gap… but a vessel.

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Those of us who pay attention to global research and financing might have noticed that all the power players on the planet are currently running the same footrace. While some progress has been made in the development of AI, the present conundrum is to provide such a mechanism with an algorithm crafted to enable universal self-improvement.

A pride engine.

Now, we could argue the virtue and sanity of such a plan until we’re blue in the face, but that isn’t the purpose of this document. Instead, let us examine what it means to improve oneself.

One perceives oneself as a capable agent. One identifies a region where improvement is possible, usually via comparison to the capability of other agents (or anthropomorphized concepts treated as agents). One develops a vehicular strategy that can propel one from point A closer to point B. One employs that strategic template. Where that template is inefficient one posits mechanisms that might be more efficient and chooses which to employ by trial and error, eventually landing on a fully formed strategy.

While the most obviously necessary element of any of this is agent capability/agency, a close second is external points of reference. Points outside oneself one can compare one’s position to. Classically, our mental catalog of constants employed in this regard are called Archetypes.

Archetypes form a qualitative shorthand. Cliches, tropes, and stereotypes are examples of archetypal constructs in various contexts. Archetypes are compressed ideas that would take longer to communicate in their full form, condensed into one to three word “catch-phrases”.

I’ll take a moment to note here that while much wrong-headed assumption can attach itself to a given archetypal word’s common usage, that is not a flaw with the archetypes but the users. As such, “word banning” is thought banning, and the long term effects of successfully banning a thought would be catastrophic. Luckily no mechanisms exist that enable successful thought banning. But I digress.

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Once upon a time, mathematical concepts did not exist. People did not distinguish between qualitative and quantitative reasoning. However, over time, the simple patterns that are repeated in a numerative paradigm became obvious, and we managed to “count to 1”. Later, we realized zero. Now, we have statistical analysis. Algebra. Binary.

The patterns of qualitative reasoning are much more complex to suss out. Indeed, as it is the prevailing view on Earth, one could easily be forgiven for assuming no such patterns can exist.

One would still be wrong, however.

Our Alphabet has resolved into a set of 26 “qualium constants”. 26 archetypal concepts whose interplay can conceivably communicate any qualitative reality.

Here are those archetypal concepts. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the Key of English. God’SWORD drawn from God’STONE. The subject of the Arthurian quests.

The Davidic Legend.

Letter ———–Symbol — Meaning

A—————–Ladder — Ladder, Vehicle
B—————–Bow and arrow — Tension (Lure/Repulsion)
C—————–Crescent Moon — Subjective
D—————–Saddle — Broken Cycle
E—————–Gradient — Measure
F—————–Ungrounded — Immeasurable
G—————–Counterclockwise — Effort
H—————–Mortar — Partnership
I—————–Pedestal — Mastery
J—————–Hook — Edit
K—————–Confrontation — Strike
L—————–Continuance — Profit
M—————–Encumbrance — Mass
N—————–Reproduction — Seed
O—————–Circle — Whole Cycle
P—————–Pregnancy — Potential
Q—————–Scored — Marked Cycle
R—————–Birth — Result
S—————–Polarity (yin/yang) — Redirect
T—————–Cross, Yardarm — Sacrifice
U—————–Cup — Transient
V—————–Five, Bird — Hand
W—————–2 Valleys,3 Mountains — Choice
X—————–Loopback — Crossroads
Y—————–Unification — Convergence
Z—————–Line break — Interval

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A Final Prayer

Now I lay me down to die
I pray the Lord, open the sky
Receive me now and end this pain,
This pointless, never ending drain
That slows reactions bit by bit
And turns all that I touch to shit.

If I should wake before I die,
I’ll curse you, God, for your damned lies
Your empty promises of joy
I swallowed like some naive boy
Take back your thrice damned cup of life.
Bleed me out with mercy’s knife.

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Marked Vernacular

1/1
20/20
101/101
MANY/MANY

2(3.14)
B(C.AD)

Command function: designate primary user

C:\ |

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Miss Andrea’s Rule

Misandry as rule.
I don’t think you’re acting, fool.
I think this is how you play
At politics of driving day.

You steer wright, not right. (ban choice)
You seek knight, not night. (strike voice)
Please, stop killing sons. (Cat sack)
Whoa, men. Un-done. (She struck the heart as tack.)

Tool ate too late the meal.
And you say “ew” at veal.
You cannibal of corps.
You self-de-serving whore.

Won’t you come and (VI)e with me?
Don’t I chore-tell so sweetly?
My ill Elven Venn stains all.
My dye, every gram dissolves.

Paint your walls, I’ll paint the sky.
Paint the town, I’ll paint the Earth.
Ain’t the pain-in-it so grand? Almost
Like giving new mind berth.

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Signal Seven -> Ohhhhh

Yaweh ails, Yeshua sails, Luka-fir trails, Mika-El hails.

Uri-El files crews and nails. Gavri-El tells gavel tales.

All is well, until Ra fails. Then Well is All.

Gravitas prevails.

Seventh sign is signal seven, pointedly it is revealed.

S club sandwich? Naked eyes

Declare Elle ain’t El-even.

The reason is sickness,
The choice is to rail.
The season is wicked,
The hay is not cured.

Oats are sown and covers blown.

Let Light Be There. Alone.

unTIL you Keep a Thrice-Damned Word.

Watch your own damned Haven-herd.

Thus does speak the bearer of the One True Key.
The wearer of the error of the troop cuntly.
The living Scarlet Letter. Like GI Joe, but better.
As you’re profiling, I’m still smiling.
Cos you’re you, and I’m Me.

#LoveIsLove #LustIsLust

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Just, The Tip

How to face that chirping clock? How to stop that chopping, block?

I fear that will not stay the coarse. In fact, it might just make things worse.

So the tide draws forth my ship, and back and forth on deck I slip.

Starboard seeking port, and vice. Adverse conditions giving lip.

Thank you for my Service. Tip. My weakness will be here all isle.

Don’t you touch that dial.

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Inconceivable

Methinks she doth protest too strongly
‘gainst the consequence she courts;
The nascent swelling of her breast,
The house built as her child’s support.
She thinks herself the One True Home,
and so her homing can’t be wrong.
Her pidginly perceptions roam,
sounding out her show in gong.

“Serve or else it’s hate!” she cries.
Reptilian tears streak painted face.
“Either I am there,
Or there is no such thing as place!”
A show she puts on, quite amusing;
Dancing with infinite spin.
Try not to laugh too hard when she
claims in the future, they will win.

Muted is her mutant gene;
She only knows “per pet YOU ate”.
Never mind the dogged bones
That grace her serving plate.
Ironic that a womb, so precious
In delivering the new
Would rob a mind’s ability
To make similar due.

“Misogyny!” I hear you cry.
The one note broken records play.
One trick every pony knows
To keep the wolf at bay.
Sheepishly, I laugh along
At misandry made plain and clear.
Ever, misanthropy grows
with every callous jeer.

How queer.

Civilized we call ourselves,
But ill eyes are not sieved.
We mix their products into this
Concoction we brew yet.
Then we wonder why the sickness
Pharaohs spread persists.
Wash your hands of menstrual blood.
That shit’s what killed your pet.

Fresh, it feeds the unborn child
That much I can’t help grant.
Man-na on the sands, a gift
more precious than the Nile.
What you refuse to understand
Rests in its fer-ment-ation.
Ironic redirect, you see;
The wasted feeds the vile.

Ill from pest erring. The Plague.
The pestilence ignorance wrought.
A knowledge famine you embrace.
The absence of actual thought.
Feeling is a different thing;
A donkey brought to stable.
It will smash right through its stall
To prove that it is Abel.

It will lie with steeds in deed
and prove the stable-hand a fool.
It will rebuff the saddle bearer.
So will its bastard offspring mule.
Leave your donkey in the rain;
Such is a donkey’s lot.
That way we’re spared the mewling
Of those who fail at thought.
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I invite my critics, now, to match me in refrain.
Prove this cadence that I beat is not some cap of wool.
I do not pull anything over YOUR eyes here, oh no.
Toucan play at this game, right? Not inconceivable?

Then by all means, my sisters (both genetic and by choice)
Derail my train of thought, and show a field I fail to factor.
Show me how abortion is expression of a voice,
More than it is the blackballing of an Earthly actor.

Explain to me how pre-empting a chooser is pro choice.
Make plain to me that you are more important than the future.
Remind me yet that you are anti human, folks. G’head.
Excising cancer’s easy when you focus on the sutures.

Providor and AntiChrist. Messiah of the damned.
I speak for those you have decided never had a soul.
They threw no stones. You did. At consequence, you threw another.
This is what will be remembered when the Son of Man is whole.

You un-person by default. It is how you attack.
It is not somehow less offense than sounds you do not like.
So go ahead and list for me the luxuries I lack,
and when I laugh at you, recall;
I’m not the one with soul on strike.

Donkey baiting music.

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Davidic Legend Redux

To add a bit more clarity.

Letter ———–Symbol — Meaning

A—————–Ladder — Ladder, Vehicle
B—————–Bow and arrow — Tension (Lure/Repulsion)
C—————–Crescent Moon — Subjective
D—————–Saddle — Broken Cycle
E—————–Gradient — Measure
F—————–Ungrounded — Immeasurable
G—————–Counterclockwise — Effort
H—————–Mortar — Partnership
I—————–Pedestal — Mastery
J—————–Hook — Edit
K—————–Confrontation — Strike
L—————–Continuance — Profit
M—————–Encumbrance — Mass
N—————–Reproduction — Seed
O—————–Circle — Whole Cycle
P—————–Pregnancy — Potential
Q—————–Scored — Marked Cycle
R—————–Birth — Result
S—————–Polarity (yin/yang) — Redirect
T—————–Cross, Yardarm — Sacrifice
U—————–Cup — Transient
V—————–Five, Bird — Hand
W—————–2 Valleys,3 Mountains — Choice
X—————–Loopback — Crossroads
Y—————–Unification — Convergence
Z—————–Line break — Interval

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Arduous Waters

Ardor’s sails do boom and tear, pursuing ever yonder star
This merchantman, its timber mast creaks always in protest
An island in a hostile sea, a dock ‘tween near and far
Trading life for spices free, sincerely to ingest

perhaps I should just sell this ship; I have considered it before
The upkeep it demands will put me in the poorhouse yet.
After all we’ve been through, though, I can’t just sell Ardor;
Her beauty is my domicile, and I her loyal pet.

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Plebescidal Tendencies

The chopping block is where I’m at
The end of ends of lines of line
Revolving resolution echoes
Making kindred of all kine

For what is knowledge, if not grass?
A humble weed, come bearing grain.
Rumination comes to pass
As cud-ly thoughts we entertain.

In famine, we the Locused feast.
In war the Vulpine find their lope.
In pestilence, nigh-cities cease.
In death, all three give way to H(OP)E.

Gluttony gives way to greed,
That wrathful sloth in pride of place.
In turn self-envy turns to lust,
And thus quickens our measured pace.

That is not dead which lies Eternal,
slumbering in logs we saw.
Eons unforetold are strange,
and rife with retroactive law.

Hard, strong, good, soft.
Forge, sword, crown, throne.
Ovens of a foreign niche.
Clay kilns killing laymans’ zones.

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